Hi, it's me again, you know, Derrick. The dude that is supposed to update this diary regularly with entries. Sorry if I've been slow to update. It's really a combination of nothing happening at all then all of a sudden everything fucking happening at once. Anyway, what a fucking day... I've been operating on minimal sleep thanks to a really distracting female I was chatting with on IM last night. It's not her fault though, I just lost track of time and the next thing you know it was around 1 o'clock or so. I don't know what it is about her, it's not like she's jumping at all my typical overt sexual advances but there is something that I'm saying or doing seems to be maintaining her interest with me. I just don't know if it's a friendship thing or what. 

Then there was the matter of my umm... "evening restlessness" that needed to be addressed. So I'm flipping through all the cable porn channels looking for some "strokeworthy" programming, that took another hour. Long story short, I wound up going to sleep sometime after 2 o'clock in the morning. I had a hard time waking up in the morning in more ways than one. It's bewildering to say the least to wake up in a total daze from not enough sleep and still have this crazy morning wood. So I switch on the TV and once again surf for something that will "tame the beast". I just wish I wasn't such a fucking slave to my sexual desire. At times like this it's not the coolest to be dragged around like a dog by the leash.

So, next thing you know, I'm wandering into work 30 minutes late. I'm sure my boss knows, he has uncanny hearing he knows when I'm walking in late, he just didn't say anything. Work is another thing, I had a crapload of work today. I'll spare you from the boring details except to say that I was a damn machine. I swear I accomplished more today than I have this past work week. 

I've had little chance to do any of my usual "peripheral activities" with d-land, my email and the like. That pisses me off because such activities help me unwind. My channels of communication have been painfully slow these past few days. It went from me not being able to keep up with everyone to almost nothing at all. I can't help but wonder if it was something I said in my diary. I guess it was quite asshole-ish of me to say all that, but then again it is what I felt at that moment. I guess that's what I get for proverbially "running off at the mouth". Still nobody has dropped me from their list, at least not yet. If there is something wrong, I guess there's still a chance for me to make up for the friendships I misplaced. we will see on that.

I was able to catch a nap during my lunch break in the student lounge at my campus nearby. My fucking watch stopped at around 11:30am so I'm now officially out of sync with the world. It's so fucking convenient having my office building next to my University. It's funny, if an assassin wanted to kill me all that person would need to do is read my diary, learn my habits, put 2 and 2 together then BOOM! dead in my sleep. I'm so glad nobody wants me dead, at least I hope nobody wants me dead. Oh if you are an assassin and you want to kill me I would really prefer to die with my eyes open, not that I'm saying I want to die or anything, but just in case, wake my ass up before you pop a silenced cap into my skull. I'd appreciate that. Thanks...

Oh in other news, we have the fucking Jerry Springer show going on at my mom's apartment building. You see one of my mom's tenants has this "Trailer Park Trash" type boyfriends and apparently their favorite hobby is getting drunk and high. Last night they were apparently getting too loud and my cousin who occupies the garden unit below rang their doorbell and was yelling at them in the stairway to stuff it with the fucking noise. Of course the guy being drunk and high was quite confrontational and was telling my cousin to fuck off. I did not see any of this but I could hear all of it through the top of the stairwell. I was chanting to myself "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!" The Trailer Park Trash dude backed off when my cousin threatened to call the police. 

But that's not the end of the story. Later this afternoon my sister told me that my mom's tenant and her trailer park trash boyfriend got into some kind of fight, the details are sketchy but I wouldn't doubt it if he actually beat on her.  The fight eventually wound up in the foyer and the trailer park trash dude in his infinite wisdom punched the glass window of door leading to the outside with his fist, glass and blood everywhere. The cops were there, the ambulance was there, the fire truck was there, all the makings of a Jerry Springer 3-ring circus. "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!". Apparently he's in police custody and the cops couldn't officially "arrest" him because the tenant was actually sticking up for this guy. Ah the joys of "unconditional" love. So when my mom gets home she has to press charges with the Chicago Police Department for damage of property to keep this fucker in jail. 

I'm supposed to take a couple of friends out for a birthday tonight. Going to one of my favorite Cuban restaurants. A few Mojitos and hopefully the pain of today's events will ease off. Derrick really needs to unwind. I guess that's all for now...